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(MURMURING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

(YELLING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(CRIES OUT)

(GROANING)

(GASPS)

(MEN SPEAKING EXCITEDLY IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(MUFFLED YELLS)

(STRUGGLING)

(SPLASH)

We've got a 29 year old male with a GSW to the chest and shoulder.

Patient was unconscious at the scene

with labored respiration and low BP.

We're bagging him and the IV's wide open.

Single entry only? -Single entry.

BEN: Hello, everybody. We are gonna need a stat chest x-ray here.

We're gonna cross-match for six units,

then we're gonna need a central line. Let's move him first.

Move him on my count, people.

All right. One... Two... Three.

BEN: Excellent.

Very good. Go. Thanks, fellas.

Placing electrodes.

Get a second IV going.

NURSE: Starting second IV.

O2 sat monitor coming on.

WOMAN: I'm getting vitals.

The monitor shows sinus tach.

I'm having trouble bagging him.

All right, let's find out why.

BP 80 over 40.

We got no breath sounds coming on the right side of that chest.

He's probably got pneumo and his chest is full of blood.

Let's get the thoracotomy tray over here. Gloves?

His O2 sat is only 70, Doctor.

Swab. Let's go.

Come on, scalpel.

(SIGHS) Tube.

WOMAN: Doctor?

Doctor!

You okay, Dr. Cahill?

Doctor, BP is down to 60.

Still falling.

Doctor?

Bill. Take over for me.

You heard?

I heard the whole hospital has heard by now, Ben.

I can't overlook this any longer. (SIGHS)

I haven't had a drink in weeks if that's what you wanna know.

And I've never had a drink on the job. Never.

What the hell happened in there, Ben?

I don't know.

I'm losing focus. I, uh...

Maybe I'm losing my nerve. I...

I can't explain it.

Well, look, Ben, Whatever it is, we can't have it in here.

No, no. I agree. And I think I'm getting better...

Ben.

I think you need some time off.

Meaning?

You leave me no other choice.

I'm recommending a leave of absence.

Wait a second, you know I'm a good surgeon.

I am afraid this subject is not open for discussion.

I have to do what is best for the patients.

Now, I'm not saying it's necessarily a permanent situation.

No, it's a... It's a forced vacation.

Oh, come on, Ben. Don't fight me on this.

You had a rough year.

Now, I think you need some time off.

When you think you're ready to come back, give me a call,

and we'll talk about it, huh?

That's the whole point of the quotas.

We've gotta replenish the stock.

Yeah, well, while they're busy replenishing, my kids are going hungry.

I can't pay the mortgage.

My business is going right down the toilet!

Oh, you gotta come to the meetings, John,

to understand what we're talking about. (PAGER BEEPING)

JOHN: I've had a belly full of meetings.

(CONTINUES SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

JACK: What the hell did you do a damn fool thing like that for?

Maybe where you come from

they treat the ocean like a slop pot,

but up here, we treat it with respect.

Sorry. I wasn't thinking.

Ah, it's all right.

Water's a mess anyway.

(CHUCKLES) Here.

Have one on me. -Oh.

Oh, no thanks. I don't drink.

So what business you got in Orr's Island?

Oh, I have a house there.

You don't say?

Uh, bought it about a year ago with my wife.

So, where's the little woman?

Uh...

Actually, we're divorced now.

Oh.

Where's this house of yours?

Um, it's on the east end of the island.

About a mile off the access road.

That the old Wald place?

That's right. You know it?

(SCOFFS) I know every house on the island.

No kidding. Really? -Yeah.

I work for the electric company.

As a matter of fact, I am the electric company.

(LAUGHS)

When your power goes, I'm the guy you'll be dealing with.

(CHUCKLES) Great.

House needs a lot of work, don't it?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Place is a mess.

I mean, I'm practically rebuilding it from the ground up.

I gotta put a new roof, new electric, new plumbing...

Yeah, the people who lived there, I mean...

I don't know. They must've been crazy or something,

'cause the place is a pigsty, you know.

I've never seen anything like it.

I have.

By all rights, that house is supposed to be mine.

Yeah. Me and my brother Eamon, supposed to come down to us.

Excuse me?

My name is Jack Wald.

Oh. -Yeah.

It's my parents' house you bought.

I grew up in that pigsty.

By God. (LAUGHS)

(SHIP HORN BLOWING)

(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

(LAUGHS) Oh, jeez.

Hi, big brother! You horse's ass.

You're jumpier than a frog on a hot griddle.

Bummin' my tools again?

What are you doing back so soon?

Thought you had a couple of weeks worth of work.

Ah, didn't work out.

You shouldn't of let go of that job.

Hey. You want a beer?

Yeah, sure.

Hey, guess who I ran into on the ferry boat?

Abraham Lincoln.

Ah, come on,

baked beans for brains.

I don't know, Jack. Just tell me.

Dr. Benjamin Cahill.

Who's that?

The scummy bastard who bought the house out from under us.

Oh, yeah. Thought I recognized his name.

What's he like?

Real city boy.

A little weird. Yeah, well, that figures.

Yeah, he says our house was a mess.

Called it a pigsty.

Well, you can't argue with that.

Like to mess him up a might.

Give him a real Orr's Island welcome.

It was the bank that done this, Jack. Take it up with them.

I'm not too sure about that.

Cahill's probably in cahoots with them.

Ah. -Those crooks.

We could arrange that money if they'd only given us half a chance.

Pop hadn't paid the taxes for five years.

I don't have that kind of money and neither do you!

You would've wasted the tax money anyway.

Let's drop this, okay? I don't wanna talk about this anymore.

Well, who knows?

Our house might go back on the market real soon.

Oh, you. (LAUGHS)

Ah, finally. Candles.

Oh, come on.

Come on... Oh!

Spit!

Dang it.

Oh, oh, oh.

Come on, little fish.

(GROANS)

Well, you look like you really wanna be eaten, fella.

I wish the fish were as easy to catch as you are.

(SAW WHIRRING)

Damn it.

JACK: (ON VOICE MAIL) This is Orr's Island Electric.

You got a problem with your electricity, we can fix it.

Just leave a message and I'll get back to you.

When I feel like it.

Now, if it'd be urgent, you know where to find me.

(BEEP)

Hello! This is Ben Cahill. I'm sorry to keep bothering you, but, uh...

Well, this is the third time this week that my electric's gone out.

So, I would much appreciate... (BEEP)

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

(DIAL TONE)

Ah, give me the usual.

(BLOWS)

What the hell is that?

Well, until you pay me for your usual,

this is your new usual.

Johnnie,

your father served my father at the same bar.

Your father paid my father, Jack.

Put my brother's drink on my tab, Johnnie.

And if this weren't the only bar in this island,

I'd walk out right now.

Well, we all gotta make a living, Eamon.

(SIGHS)

Here. This is the last on credit for either of you.

You got it?

MAN: First the government won't protect the harbor from foreigners

and then they turn around and tell us how big our trap should be.

How the hell are we supposed to make a living around here?

Just this morning, I said, "Carol, you better dust off those glad rags,

"I may have to put you out on the corner." (LAUGHS)

JOHNNIE: And how'd she take that?

Told me she'd already been.

(LAUGHS)

We haven't had a decent catch in 15 years.

You know why?

I'm sure you're gonna tell us.

It's the damn weather. It's all screwed up with the global warming,

the acid rain.

No wonder the fishing's down.

Guy will back me up.

What do you think, Guy? -I don't know.

Well, we can't fight the weather.

But we can fight the damn regulations.

Yeah.

MAN ON RADIO: ...reported to be well above normal with market prices on the decline.

Ground fishing for haddock is discontinued...

(DOOR CLOSING)

Some tuna was spotted off...

(SIGHS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Dr. Cahill.

What brings you to town?

We need to talk. -What about?

Same thing we talked about yesterday and the day before.

Power's still giving you trouble, huh? -That's right.

Why don't you sit down and have a drink?

Tell me all about it.

I already told you, I don't drink.

Yeah. Well, I think you picked the wrong place to dry out, Mister.

Of course, I got my own little 12 step program.

Step one...

Listen...

Can you take a break from the program, huh? Come fix my power?

I'd love to help you out, Doc,

but the system here on the island is a little erratic.

It ain't like Boston.

By erratic, that means it only works when you're sober, huh?

What'd you say?

I'm sorry, all right?

We got off on the wrong foot.

That was my fault, okay?

I just want my power fixed.

Truce? Please?

Why don't you come back in June,

with the rest of the tourist stock?

Promise,

I'll have your electricity fixed by then.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(ALL LAUGHING)

Fifty dollars says he's out of here by next week.

Any takers? -Knock it off, Jack.

No harm, Sheriff.

Just having a little fun. Shut up, Eamon.

Jack,

I know you're upset about that house,

but nothing can be done about it now.

Says who?

Says me.

Now don't go causing any trouble.

Excuse me?

Sir? Excuse me?

Hello?

I heard you the first time around.

Um, I ordered some lumber a week ago.

I'm checking to see if it's arrived.

Uh, the name's Cahill.

Uh, what hill?

Cahill.

Kay Hill. Never heard of it.

Right. Um...

Well, I ordered some lumber about a week ago. Could... Is...

Lumber? What lumber?

Hmm.

Okay, um... There was a woman that took my order.

Yeah. That'd be Nell. Nell.

Is she here? -No.

Do you know where she is? -Yeah.

All right, Could you tell me?

It's Monday.

Yes, sir, and yesterday was Sunday, but that doesn't help me find her.

Mondays, she works at the warehouse down by the ferry dock.

Right. Of course.

Thank you.

(FERRY HORN BLOWING)

Hi. Uh, perhaps you can help me. I'm looking for Nell.

Um...

Thank you!

Hey! Hey! Excuse me!

Excuse me?

Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.

It's all right.

You remember me? Dr. Cahill, ordered some lumber?

Oh, yeah. You bought the old Wald place, right?

Yeah. Although the way most people treat me around here,

you'd think I stole it.

Don't worry. The guys will come around.

There's just a certain amount of resentment here for mainlanders.

I know. I could feel that.

Hope you don't mind. I went ahead and ordered you some sealant.

You're gonna need it for that roof of yours.

Thanks. Actually I was just gonna order some of this this weekend.

Yeah, the rain gets pretty heavy around here, and when the snow comes...

Hop on. I'll give you a lift to your car.

Are you sure you know how to handle this thing?

Don't worry. I used to play chicken with the harbormaster.

Okay. (ENGINE STARTS)

What happened?

He lost.

Shoo.

Go away.

Oh, my...

(WHISPERING) Damn it.

You got a bug problem?

Uh, yup.

Uh, how about some fly paper?

No, thanks. -Sure?

Buy six get one free.

No, I'm all set. Thanks.

Oh, okay.

Are you gonna ring me up?

Wish I could help you, son, but...

I don't know how to run this darn thing.

Of course not. (CLEARS THROAT) So where's Nell?

It's Tuesday.

It's Tuesday.

And Tuesday, Nell is...

With her mother.

With her mother...

Where?

At the school house.

I'll be back.

(DOOR OPENS)

A report on the Greater Prairie-Chicken by Henry S. Crump.

Today I'm gonna tell you about the Greater Prairie-Chicken.

The Greater Prairie-Chicken is the only wild chicken in the United States, but...

May I help you? -Yeah, I...

Uh, sorry to interrupt you guys, but, uh...

I just need to see your daughter for a second, Mrs. Bartle.

Well, could it wait, Dr. Cahill?

We're in the middle of our vanishing species lecture series.

Uh...

Why don't you join us for a moment, Doc,

and we'll talk after Henry's done.

Okay.

All right. Thanks.

MRS. BARTLE: It's all right, Henry. Go ahead.

(COOING)

HENRY: But is nearly extinct.

Greater Prairie-Chickens are brown,

with orange eyebrows and fly like ducks.

The Greater Prairie-Chicken live in Illinois and not Maine,

so I couldn't bring one to class.

Instead, I drew this picture,

and my dad let me bring in Carly,

who is not a Greater Prairie-Chicken.

The Greater Prairie-Chicken is a grassland bird.

It eats grasshoppers, ants, and leafhoppers,

and it lives only two to three years.

During mating, the male Prairie-Chickens do a dance called booming.

They stomp their feet on the ground,

flutter and jump,

spread their tail feathers out like a fan

and puff up the air satchel on their necks

to attract female chickens.

(CONTINUES SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Oh. That's charming.

(ALL GASP)

You saw how big that damn thing was?

(ALL MURMURING)

That was Clementine.

The class pet.

I feel horrible.

I think you traumatized them for life.

I think I've been traumatized for life.

Sorry. I'm just not feeling that friendly toward bugs lately.

Really. -Yeah.

Last night I found a whole army of cockroaches in my refrigerator.

I mean, big suckers.

Gross. -Yeah.

And I think Jack Wald put 'em there.

What? Jack put bugs in your refrigerator?

Yeah. How else could they get in there?

Well, bugs can find their way into any place,

but I doubt it was Jack Wald.

Oh, really? Why?

Well, I just...

It just doesn't seem like something Jack would do.

Nell, he's obviously trying to drive me out of my house.

I don't know. Jack's not the psychological torture-type.

He's more the "get drunk and breathe in your face" type.

Oh, yeah. I've seen that as well.

Okay. -Mmm-hmm.

Be honest.

How bad is this roach problem?

Well, I'll put it to you this way.

I won't be eating chicken any time soon.

Well, you can use the over the counter method, or...

If you promise not to poison yourself,

I can fix you up with something stronger.

I think I need the full artillery.

Follow me. -Following.

Okay. Let's see. Hmm.

Hey... Who painted this?

That? I did. -Really?

Yeah. Why? -'Cause they're good.

Thanks.

No, really, Nell. You know, you could sell these.

No. -Well, why the heck not?

I never really thought about it.

Oh, yeah? How much you want for this one?

You really want it? -I certainly do.

I think this would look excellent in my house.

Well then, Doc, it's yours.

No. You can't do that. That's not selling.

You gotta take some for it, Nell. Come on.

Okay then.

You can owe me one.

The next time I sprain my ankle or something, you can fix me up for free.

Deal? -All right. Deal.

There. It's the answer to your infestation problem.

If it were a snake it would have bit me.

We used to have a problem with gypsy moths years back.

We had to keep spraying this stuff. Pheno...

Let me, me, me.

Phenoxyphenyl methyl dichloroethenyl.

And in English.

If it breathes, it will die.

Yikes. -(SCOFFS) No kidding.

JACK: Hey!

Vinyl tells us you've got a little bug problem.

Maybe you want us to come out and take a look?

I'm good with bugs.

Maybe you should just stay away from my house. Fix my power instead, huh?

Our house, ah...

That's right, Eamon. It's his house now.

You have to forgive us, Doctor. Sometimes we forget.

You know what? You can harass me all you want,

but I'm not leaving town. You got that?

Harass you? Yeah.

What are you talking about? Oh, you know damn well.

I sure don't.

I'm talking about the bugs, Wald.

I'm talking about a refrigerator full of cockroaches.

You think I put bugs in your refrigerator?

Yeah, that's right. I do.

Oh, you chowder head. (CHUCKLING)

I think you're spending too much time out there alone in the woods.

Really. What time was that?

Okay. Okay, yeah.

Yeah, no, I know where you mean.

Uh, all right. Listen, Guy. Just sit tight.

Okay, I'll be right down.

Now, why don't you come on in and let us buy you a drink.

Just stay away from my house.

Or what?

You're gonna hit me with your stethoscope?

Stab him with your thermometer?

Take out his tonsils? (ALL CHUCKLING)

All right, Wald.

Don't make the mistake of picking a fight with me thinking I won't fight back.

Is that a threat?

Take it any way you want. -Oh, you hear him?

You hear what he said to me?

SHERIFF: All right, boys.

Show's over.

You fix this man's power yet, Jack?

Why, Sheriff, we were just fooling with him.

All right, guys, clear out of here.

Go on, go home, go have another drink,

but off this street. Come on. Go.

Jack, I want his power turned on today.

For Pete's sake. -Go on.

Trying to be friendly.

I'm going to the block and tackle.

Thanks, Sheriff. I owe you one.

Good. Well, then you won't mind lending me your expertise for a while.

What, somebody's sick?

Somebody's dead.

SHERIFF: Chandler Moffat. Kept to himself. Ran the lighthouse.

Guy found him when he was pulling in his traps.

What do you think, Doc?

It's kind of hard to tell.

When was the last time he was seen alive?

Yesterday. He had lunch at the Red Claw.

Was he prone to any kind of seizures?

Epileptic or otherwise?

I don't know.

Could've been, I guess. I don't know.

Hello.

Stupid old fool.

I guess I can handle this from now on, Doc.

Take a look at this, will you?

These marks here. These caused by crabs?

Anything could've caused that. Crabs, sea lice, anything.

Planning on doing an autopsy?

Are you kidding?

It'd take at least a week to get a medical examiner out here.

GUY: Same thing happened to Tom Hale back in '88.

Got drunk,

passed out and drowned in a foot of water.

Then the crabs got him.

Well, I think you should do an autopsy, just to be sure.

I mean, if you don't wanna wait for the medical examiner,

then I can do a rudimentary examination.

I appreciate your concern, Doc.

This old guy had no wife, no kids, no one to answer to.

And since they put that timer in the lighthouse,

he didn't have anything to do.

No, as far as I'm concerned, it's just another islander

got drunk and he drowned.

That's what my report's gonna say.

End of story.

How much?

What are those for?

What do you think?

You haven't gone fishing in 15 years.

You gonna sell 'em to me or not?

Not if you're thinking of doing something else to Cahill.

What do you care?

This thing between you and him is all in your head.

All in my head. Well, that's rich.

So, tell me, Nell. This thing between you and Dr. Cahill,

whose head is that in?

I think you need to cool off a little, Jack.

Just give me a six-pack of beer.

(SPRAYING)

(TV TURNS ON)

Well, it's about time.

(SQUEAKING)

(WHIMPERING)

(SCREECHING)

(ENGINE STOPS)

(GRUNTS)

(HUMMING DRUNKENLY)

(SINGING SEA SHANTY)

Huh?

Poor bastards.

(HUMMING)

Damn it!

Nothing wrong with that.

(SCREAMS)

Ah!

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

(YELLING)

(EXCLAIMING)

(RINGING)

JACK: (ON VOICE MAIL) This is Orr's Island Electric.

You got a problem with your electricity, we can fix it.

Just leave a message and I'll get back to you.

When I feel like it.

Now, if it'd be urgent, you know where to find me.

(BEEP)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

SHERIFF: Let's just calm down.

It appears this was an accident.

This was no accident, Sheriff.

Yeah, you heard him this afternoon, accusing Jack.

It doesn't prove anything, Enoch.

What about the beer in his car?

Yeah, we all know he's a drunk Why don't you smell his breath?

Now just shut up and back off.

Why don't you go wait in the truck?

Hold on, Eamon. Hold on.

Look, I'm awful sorry,

but let's just take it easy. I don't want any more trouble tonight.

There's nothing to be done until we get an autopsy.

When's that gonna happen?

I'll get the medical examiner on the next ferry.

Next ferry is a week away. -I know that.

And until then, we're not gonna jump to any conclusions.

All right. Now you guys, pick up Jack's body,

put him in the truck, take him into the Block 'n Tackle

and ask Nell if we can use her cooler.

(BANGING ON DOOR) ENOCH: Open up, Nell!

We need to use your cooler.

(BANGING CONTINUES)

There's been an accident!

Hold on. I'm coming!

Oh, my God.

You got any room in cold storage?

What happened? Who is it?

It's Jack Wald.

The good news is you weren't drinking.

The bad news is the entire town thinks you killed Jack on purpose.

So, either way,you're in a heap of trouble, son.

Thanks, Mrs. Hobbs. You're welcome, Dr. Cahill.

Thank you, Mary.

I'd like to believe your story, Doc,

but let's face it, it sounds kinda bad.

I'm telling you, there was something wrong with the guy before I hit him.

Saw the way his hand was clenched up?

I mean, doesn't that seem familiar to you?

Coincidence?

No. I mean...

When a body dies, it goes limp.

Rigor mortis, four hours to set in.

So? -So...

That means that after I hit him, his hand shouldn't have been stiff.

Unless...

Unless he was suffering from something else.

Well, if you're right, charges will get dropped.

We just have to wait for the results of an autopsy.

And until then?

You gonna lock me up?

No, I'm gonna release you on your own recognizance.

Thanks, Sheriff.

But, listen.

I want you to stay out of town for a few days,

'till we get the autopsy done.

Well, you know you don't have to wait.

Why don't you let me do the autopsy?

(SCOFFS) Forget it, Cahill.

You know what the people in this town would do to both of us.

All right.

Something is not right about this.

(HISSING)

(GASPING)

Oh, my God!

(RATTLING)

(STRIKING MATCH) Don't move!

If I don't move, I'm gonna burn my finger.

Nell, you scared me.

I scared you? -Oh, sorry.

Seems like every time I see you, you get more tense.

What are you doing here?

Sheriff said you might need some food, so I brought you dinner.

BEN: Oh!

But you aren't afraid to be seen with me?

Was it an accident? -"Was it an accident?"

Yes, of course.

Then I'm not afraid to be seen with you.

Sheriff thinks you ought to stay out of town for the next couple of days.

I think he's right.

My painting doesn't look too bad in here.

It's a start. But I got a long way to go.

Well, there's not much else to do here on Orr's Island.

I know. It's too bad I stopped drinking.

Seems to be the number one pastime around here.

Oh, God! I'm so sorry.

I wasn't thinking.

That's okay. It's nice to see you enjoying yourself.

(NELL SIGHING)

I think I remember when you came to buy this house.

You were with your wife, right? -Mmm-hmm.

I believe...

I believe that was a last-ditch effort to save our marriage,

but that did not work.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. What about you? You ever been married? (HISSING)

No! Oh!

(HISSING)

Okay. None of my business.

I swear it was a cockroach.

Sure? I sprayed everywhere. Positive.

Man, those things are all over the island.

Hey!

Hey, you know that transformer station in the woods?

Wald went there to fix my power.

I think he had some sort of allergic reaction.

Allergic reaction... to what? -To the bugs.

You see, I've been trying to figure out

why, when we found Jack's body, his right hand was clenched,

and these red marks all over the back of it.

Now, I think those red marks were insect bites,

and certain insect bites can cause paralysis.

Hmm. But cockroaches don't bite.

I know, I know, it's weird. But these were not ordinary cockroaches.

These had pincers. Let me show you this.

Here. Here, I marked it over here.

"Frequently mistaken for the Madagascar cockroach,

"Phylomenescus cerberus or the African armadillo bug

"works as a highly organized unit, much like ants or bees.

"They bite their prey and paralyze them

"in order to lay their eggs inside the host."

Ew! -Yeah, I know. Tasty, right?

"Although little else is known about these insects,

"they are believed to pose no threat to man,

"preferring instead to prey on small, warm-blooded animals

"such as rodent, badgers..." Blah, blah.

What makes you so sure that that's the thing that we saw?

Well, I'm not. I'm sure as hell gonna find out.

You think he's still down there?

Maybe we should run the water, just in case.

Yeah, except that the pump runs on electricity,

and God knows when I'll get that back.

Are you sure you didn't just blow a fuse?

I'm sure. I checked the fuses before I left.

Did you flick 'em?

You didn't flick 'em.

Sometimes, when they blow, the switches get stuck.

BEN: Really?

Okay, let's see.

(RADIO PLAYING FAINTLY) Hah!

Huh.

Voila! Come on, let's go.

Come on.

(WATER RUNNING) Oh!

Here we go. Excellent.

Hey!

Blueberry pie. My favorite! You were holding out on me.

(CHUCKLING) Yeah. Gosh, I kind of lost my appetite, though.

Yeah, I know what you mean. -Me, too.

It's all right. You'll eat it later.

I have to get going. It's been a hard day.

Oh?

Yeah, sure has, huh?

It's kind of sad, you know.

Jack wasn't such a bad guy, really, once you got to know him.

No, I'm sure he wasn't.

I just gotta find out what happened out there.

Well, don't think about it too much.

Nell,

listen, um...

Thanks. Thanks a lot for everything.

Don't mention it.

You know...

You could stay.

(CHUCKLES) Mmm. It's a small island, Doctor.

So?

You get some sleep.

Good night. -Good night.

(SHIVERING)

(RADIO PLAYING SOFTLY)

(SIGHS)

Ah!

Ugh!

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Entomology. Dr. Drayton speaking.

Yeah, this is Dr. Ben Cahill.

May I speak with Dr. Mark Templeton, please?

Dr. Templeton is on vacation, Dr. Cahill. Can I help you with something?

Perhaps. Are you familiar with the African armadillo bug?

Ah, yes.

Phylomenescus cerberus, Interesting bug.

What would you like to know about it?

(SNIFFS) Well, is it a threat to humans?

Not that I'm aware of. Why?

Well, we got these things living out here in Maine.

They look like cockroaches, but they have pincers.

And from what I can tell, they're biting people

and causing some sort of localized paralysis.

And you think it's an armadillo bug? That's impossible.

Well, Doctor, I understand it may be unlikely,

but if you were here, I think you'd think differently.

Where are you exactly? Orr's Island, Casco Bay.

(SIGHING) There are many insects which cause paralysis, Dr. Cahill.

You said it had pincers? -Mmm-hmm.

Well, in the insect world,

if it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck,

it's not always a duck.

So what you're saying is you have no idea what we have here.

Look, there are almost a million species of insect, Doctor.

Some estimate there are somewhere between

nine and 30 million more species yet to be discovered.

Your bug could be anything.

Send me a specimen, Dr. Cahill,

and I may be able to help you out.

I'll try and do that. Thank you, Doctor.

BEN: You crazy redneck! You want a fight, fine, you got one.

Let's have this out once and for all.

I got it from Jack's answering machine.

It's from last night.

Look, Eamon, I'm sorry about your brother, but what's your point?

What's my point?

It was no accident last night. It was murder!

You're way out of line. All that tape tells me

is that Jack was a big pain in Cahill's neck.

Damn it, Sheriff, my brother's lying dead,

and Cahill's running around free. It's not right!

Well, what do you want me to do?

Do you want me to lock him up?

This is an island, where is he gonna go?

Nell sent you home for the day, Vinyl? -Yeah.

She and that Cahill fella.

Do we really wanna do this here?

Unfortunately, it's the only way we can find out what's going on here.

What the hell are you doing?

It's my fault, Sheriff. I called Cahill down here...

I told you to leave the body alone!

What in the hell is wrong with you?

It's not enough for you to run him down,

now you're gonna go poking around his body?

Damn it, Sheriff, you better lock him up now! -Just let me explain...

Shut up! -Look, just relax. I think I can explain...

(THUDDING)

Eamon, that's enough! Lay off.

That's enough. Now get out of here, go on back to the bar.

I'll handle this. -You better, Sheriff,

'cause if you don't... -I said I'll handle it!

Now get out! All of you, go on.

What are you, nuts?

I've got enough on my hands without you screwing up.

Sheriff, all I have to do is take a close look

at the corpse. -What you have to do is what I tell you to do.

Sheriff, take a look at this.

I don't wanna look at anything.

I think you should.

So look, even if these bugs bit him,

how do we know that's the cause of death?

Well, we don't know for sure until we do an autopsy.

These things could be like bees.

One sting won't kill you, but 100 will.

Trick is, getting a specimen without getting bitten.

Okay, you go first.

So, where's the bugs?

BEN: I don't know. I mean, last night there were hundreds of them.

SHERIFF: You suppose your bug could've done this?

If they did, we're all in a lot more trouble than I thought.

SHERIFF: Why?

Because it looks like these animals

were eaten from the inside-out.

Oh. This just keeps getting better.

Oh, Sheriff, take a look at this.

Okay, Doctor, you got your autopsy.

Huh.

Ten to one that's Eamon and his buddies,

and they're heading right for my house.

All right, listen. Take Jack's truck.

He always leaves the key in it.

Go over to Nell's, I'll deal with them, all right? -Okay.

Just find out what killed Jack.

Cahill!

Cahill!

Looks like there's nobody home, Eamon.

(SHATTERING)

GUY: Hey! Eamon, you don't have to do that!

Cahill!

SHERIFF: Hold it.

Guy, what in the hell are you doing?

Are you crazy?

Is he dead?

EAMON: Of course he's not dead.

Well, what did you have to do that for?

Hey, he should have listened to us this morning.

Should've locked up Cahill instead of letting him run around free.

Still ain't no reason to assault a sheriff!

Settle down, Guy. Help me to lock him in the basement.

He'll wake up in a couple of hours

with a little bump on his head,

and we'll come back and help him out.

In the meantime, I am gonna get Cahill.

(GRUNTING)

(BELL CHIMING)

NELL: Hey! -Hey.

What's up? -I'll need a worktable,

good light, and a sharp knife.

(DOUBTFULLY) Okay.

Hobbs gave me permission to autopsy the body.

(RATTLING DOORKNOB)

Hey!

Anybody out there? Hey!

(SIGHING)

(PATTERING)

(BANGING DOOR) Hey, open the door!

(EXCLAIMING)

Ah!

(GRUNTING)

(COCKROACHES HISSING)

(HISSING LOUDLY)

(EXHALING)

What is it?

Just expected to find some internal organs.

(GULPING)

NELL: Oh!

Oh, my...

I don't think there's any question now.

Bite marks, the paralysis, and now this.

What do you think?

I think we better get the hell off this island.

God! -Guy, what are you doing here? Where's the sheriff?

That's what I came here to tell you, Doc.

There was an accident at your house. He's...

He's in your basement. -He's in my basement?

It was Eamon, I swear it!

He's out of control, and he's on his way here right now.

It's okay, Guy, we'll take care of it. -It's okay.

I'll go check on Hobbs. -EAMON: Cahill!

Cahill, you in here?

Oh, jeez! Take my truck. It's parked out back.

The keys are in the ignition. -Thanks.

NELL: Be careful.

Didn't you see the sign? We're closed.

Where the hell is Cahill?

There's something you need to know first. -Yeah?

Eamon...

Wait! What the hell?

What've you done to him?

Listen to me... Did Cahill do this?

It is not what you think. -Just answer the damn question!

Now, did Cahill do this? -Yes, but...

Ow! -Just tell me where he is, Nell.

That is none of your damn business!

No, you're coming with me.

Uh-oh.

Sheriff!

Sheriff?

Hey, you okay?

I don't know.

What happened? Did Eamon do something?

I don't remember.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(RETCHING)

(GROANING)

If Hobbs won't take care of this, I will.

Now, I'd like y'all with me, but I'll do it alone if I have to.

I'm with you, Eamon. (PHONE RINGING)

Hey, Eamon, grab the phone, will ya?

(SIGHING)

Yeah?

It's Eamon, Mrs. Hobbs.

No, I haven't seen him.

Yup, I will. Okay, then.

Bye.

What did she want?

BEN: All right, what did you do with Nell?

You've got no right asking anything!

Let go! Hey!

All right.

Now, listen. I found Hobbs right where you left him.

He's dead. You're a damn liar!

Listen... Hey!

(GROANING)

(GROANING)

NELL: Finally! Are you gonna let me out of here?

Oh, my God! What happened?

Are you responsible for this, Eamon?

What the hell did you do to him?

You can't keep us in here, Eamon. It's against the law.

You lovebirds sit tight. We'll find out soon enough what's against the law.

NELL: Damn it, Eamon. Those things inside your brother are real!

Why don't you have a look for yourself?

Maybe I was wrong putting you in here.

I should've put you in a padded cell instead.

NELL: Eamon!

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

In jail?

What's she doing in jail?

Okay, Mary, thanks. I'll be right over.

(KEY TURNING IN LOCK)

MRS. BARTLE: Nell, what on earth is going on?

What are you doing in here, darling? (GROANING)

Could you tell me why you're in this place.

I'll explain outside, Mom.

Well, where is the sheriff and does he know about this?

(GASPING) (GROANS) No.

Oh, my God!

And so there's nothing to stop their natural cycle.

Any predators these insects might have, they've probably killed.

And they've got no place else to lay their eggs, except in all of us.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hobbs.

But we've got to get everybody out of this town as quickly as possible.

Well, why don't we start with the children?

My class meets in half an hour. -Okay.

Yes, then we have to hurry.

Well, first we need a boat.

Ours isn't big enough to hold all the kids.

What about the sheriff's boat?

Do you have the keys, Mrs. Hobbs?

Let's go. -Okay, let's go.

(SNIFFING)

Smells good, Peggy.

Henry still doing his chores?

Peggy?

(MOANING)

You okay, Peg? You ain't said nothing all morning.

I'm not sure.

(CUTLERY CLANGING)

Peggy, what's the matter?

(EXHALING)

What's wrong, honey? It's my stomach.

(GURGLING)

SARAH: Hurry up.

Grab you coats on your way out to the playground.

And wait for me at the flagpole, I'll be right with you.

In an orderly fashion, please, children.

Sarah.

Please make sure nobody wanders off, okay?

But don't we need permission slips, Mrs. B.?

It's not necessary, Sarah.

It's all been arranged. Thank you. -Okay.

We got to move. Is that everybody?

Everyone but Henry Crump. He didn't show up for school this morning.

Did you call him? -Yes, no answer.

We gotta go get him. -Okay.

Look, you go ahead to the boat with the kids.

We're not there in 15 minutes, you go without us.

Now this is the address.

The University of Southern Maine, in Portland.

You gotta get this specimen to a Dr. Mark Drayton

in the entomology department as soon as possible.

Okay, Dr. Cahill.

Honey, be careful. -We will, Mom.

Is Sammy okay, Mrs. B.?

No, Thomas, Sammy should stay here.

THOMAS: Ew!

Oh!

Al!

Al?

What's the matter, Al?

Al, where's your family?

Hello? Hello?

(SIZZLING)

(COUGHING)

NELL: Ben!

Where's Henry? Barn.

Ben, we need your help out here.

(GROANING)

We should go. (MOANING)

Wait! We can't just leave him here!

Ahh!

(GASPING) Did he tell you where the boy is?

Barn. Okay, let's go.

(FLESH TEARING)

BEN: Henry!

Henry?

Henry... Oh, God!

Watch your step, the floorboards are rotten.

Oh, thanks.

Whoa!

(HISSING)

Nell! I'm over here!

Oh, God!

Hold on, I got a rope in my truck. -Okay, hurry up!

I don't think this is gonna hold me much longer.

Uh-oh!

Nell! (CRIES OUT)

Ahh! (GRUNTS)

(HISSING)

Oh!

NELL: Okay.

HENRY: Over here!

Please, I'm over here.

Nell! Nell, the boy's down here.

I gotta go get him. -Okay.

Be careful. Tug on the rope when you're set.

BEN: Hold on.

Are you okay? -Yeah.

Got nothing to worry about anymore, okay? I'm gonna get you out of here.

I need you to listen to me very carefully, okay?

See how I'm putting your arms over my shoulders?

You've got to hold me good and tight.

You got to keep your head low and hold on to me with your legs

when we get out of this car. -The bugs!

Okay? Don't worry about the bugs.

You ready? Okay, one, two, three!

Wah! Great work, buddy.

That was good. Now we're gonna go for another ride.

Get on there. Come on. That's a boy!

Okay, ready?

Nell! (LOUD HISSING)

Go!

Come on. You got him?

NELL: There you go, yeah.

They're starting to fly. -What?

Yup. -What's the matter, honey?

My neck hurts. -Let me see.

Looks like he's been bitten. -Oh, God!

You drive. -Okay.

BEN: Come on, buddy. Let's go.

Let's go.

Go.

What do you mean, left the island?

They just up and left.

The whole darn school.

My son included.

Maybe we should take a look at Jack's body, Eamon.

Oh, come on!

You don't really believe all that nonsense about bugs, do ya?

Can't see no harm in checking it out.

I don't believe you guys.

You're no better than that puffed-up quack we got locked in the jailhouse.

JOHNNIE: I know Mrs. B., Eamon.

And if she's taken my son off the island, it's for a damn good reason.

You guys do what you want.

I wanna go over there and take a look at that body.

JANE: Excuse me, Dr. Drayton.

This just arrived for you from Orr's Island.

From Orr's Island? -From a Dr. Ben Cahill.

Thank you, Jane.

That's impossible.

Jane? -Yes.

Get me McArdle's number at the CDC.

(HONKING) Nell.

Nell!

What's going on, Nell?

Henry's been bitten.

Have you seen Vinyl? -No.

A lot of folks have been heading for the mainland.

Rumor's going around about your bugs.

Yeah, well, rumors are true. As soon as I've seen to this boy,

we're getting the hell out of here. -EAMON: Cahill!

I'll handle it.

You come back here, Cahill.

I got a score to settle with you.

Guy, you go with him.

We don't have time for this right now, Eamon.

We got a sick boy inside. -Come on, Eamon.

You and your friend in there are scaring people away.

Your mother has 'em all in a panic with your cockamamie story.

If you were smart, you would leave, too.

(DOOR OPENING)

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Sorry, Eamon. Nell's right.

Are you out of your mind?

What the hell?

(DISTANT BUZZING)

Holy mother!

MAN: What is it?

I think we better go back inside the bar.

MAN: Good idea. Let's go, come on! Come on, hurry up!

Hurry up, inside!

Where are the damn keys, you moron?

JOHNNIE: I think I left them inside!

Come on, let's go! Let's go!

(SCREAMING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

Ahh!

Damn it, Drayton. Just do what I ask you, okay.

Call the CDC, get 'em down here,

kill these bugs, and get us off this island.

Dr. Cahill, the CDC are aware of the situation.

I'm sure they'll handle it.

Ben, he's getting worse.

I gotta go.

His larynx is swollen. He's gonna stop breathing any minute.

Nell, we need a small knife.

Guy, get me something like a tube.

I know, a ballpoint pen. -Got one.

Great. Guys, I'm gonna perform a tracheotomy here.

Thank you.

Hold that. We're gonna need to sterilize this stuff.

Hang in there, buddy.

Good job, Henry.

Hold that.

Right on here. Okay, here we go.

Could you get your hand underneath his... -NELL: Like that?

BEN: Yes, perfect. -NELL: Okay.

I'll take that knife now.

(BUZZING)

Okay. Damn it. Hold that.

Give me that knife.

NELL: You'll soon be okay.

Hold on.

(INHALING SHARPLY) Good.

Give me that pen, please. Thank you.

NELL: Yeah.

All right.

(SPUTTERING)

(GAGGING) What was that?

It's full of coffee from the jailhouse.

(MURMURING SOFTLY)

What's that?

It looks like the bugs are gone. -What?

I guess they don't like the rain.

Well, we should get Henry to a hospital.

Why don't we just wait here until help arrives?

We can't afford to wait.

If he does into shock, he's gonna need a shot of adrenaline.

I have a boat at the dock. -All right, let's go.

(HISSING)

(HISSING)

The rain's letting up. Where's your boat?

At anchor. We have to row out.

BEN: All right, take the boy. -I got him. Come on, buddy.

BEN: Two lifejackets. One for you, and one for you.

Guy, get in the boat. Get ready to grab him.

Okay, let's go.

(LOUD BUZZING)

Look!

NELL: Oh, my God!

Row faster! -Oh! I can't!

Listen, we're gonna try to flip the boat

to use as protection. Lose this.

Okay, we'll go this way on three.

All right, ready? One, two,

three!

(LOUD BUZZING )

I think the water's getting in his throat. (HENRY COUGHING)

Great idea. You're gonna signal for help.

(CRIES OUT)

What you do out there?

(SHIP HORN BLOWING)

Hey. Hey!

Over here!

Over here!

Your mother and the other kids are okay, Ms. Bartle.

Thank you so much.

Dr. Drayton's notified the authorities,

the CDC are moving in to contain the area.

VINYL: Well, it's not like it was a commercial operation.

Vinyl?

Nell, tell this guy here how long I've been fishing these waters.

We picked him up this morning for trapping lobsters without a permit.

I guess today was fishing day.

Well, sure, it's Thursday.

Thank God!

Good boy!

Good boy! (BARKS)

(BARKING)

(HISSING)